This isn't the Little Mermaid

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Who: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers
When: Various
What: Mermaid AU - Bucky is a mermaid, an apex predator with a curiosity of humans and grows fond of Steve Rogers.
Warnings: Gore, killing for the purpose of feeding, Steve getting into trouble.

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[ It would be easier, even understandable to lapse back into being just a predator -- but Bucky was more than that. Even as a merman he was so much more than that. He was different from the creatures who were indifferent to humans, even deadly; he'd approached Steve with curiosity and not malice or cruelty, and to see the change in Bucky's eyes at Steve's statement made his heart ache all over again.

He would remind him of this with every breath, and he pressed into Bucky's hand, their blood mingling as he savored the pain, knew that it was Bucky that was causing it. Accepting all of it, because what kind of love didn't come with pain.

Bucky was submitting, and Steve knew it, even when he leaned forward to take it for what it was, mouth kissing over his pulse, worshipful and loving. His heart jumped, fiercely delighted and possessive, and his hand between them slid up over Bucky's stomach, his chest, mapping every inch of the man's body for himself again. ]

Never. [ He promised. ] I will never let you forget. [ He smiled, briefly. ] And you never completely did, right? A part of you still remembered me.

[disassembling]

[He doubted that when Steve was small that he would have dared to mingle their blood like this, but his mate had enhanced with the serum and could even contest him in a predatory fashion when in combat. Like so many things, he wanted them to blend together in ways that he could and would give to no other. This life together was just starting again, and he only disliked that he was fumbling into it probably in the same way he did as a young merman.

The Soldier had no idea if he had ever submitted to Steve before, bared his neck to anyone. It felt like a huge step for him to do so, a sign of utmost trust despite the fact that he didn't want to do that to anyone. Just Steve. Always his mate was the exception to any of his self-proclaimed rules.

He sighed and relaxed under the warmth of Steve's mouth, and he remained with his head tilted back even as his palm still mingled their blood. He felt so warm, and it was truly exhilarating to feel such things.]

I... yes. Something went wrong when I saw you, though I didn't know what that was until much later. I need to either make more memories with you or get those back that were taken from me.

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[ Considering how reckless Steve was when he was small (he was actually a lot worse when he was smaller), he probably would have mingled their blood like this, too. After all, his myriad health conditions hadn't succeeded in killing him so far, so what was mixing some blood?

But now, now it was a brand new thing, it was perfect, as natural as life itself, and Steve rubbed against Bucky's palm, getting more of their blood on it. His hands roamed, moved over his body, fingers playing with the shaft of his cock, rubbing over the ridged underside of it.

He sighed quietly, his heart breaking at those words before he kissed him again, his throat, over his pulse, gently biting to claim, to soothe. ] Let's do both. We'll make more, and I'll help you to remember. [ He paused, then continued. ] I love you.

[disassembling]

[His palm stroked Steve's shoulder even as his mate pressed into it, though he knew by now that it was pointless. They had mingled all the blood that they could, and at the rate that Steve healed, he knew that it was over. The deed was still done, a new bond between them that not even HYDRA could take away, not anymore at least.

He pressed his hips forward, offering himself even as he held his submissive posture longer than he thought he could have. The bite sent a shiver down his spine followed with a groan of need.] More please... let me feel...

[He shivered at those three meaningful words, ready to reply in kind before the words caught in his throat and choked him. How could he say such a thing when he didn't know for absolutely certain? His emotions had been beaten and torn apart, and those he had were often negative or confusing to deal with. He thrashed slightly on the bed, moving to roll away, hating himself for his failure. The Winter Soldier failed at nothing, yet here he was doing just that.] ...I can't... I don't know. Steve, I'm a shadow of who you knew...

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[ Steve shook his head as he moved above him, shifting to comfort, to push himself inside of his lover's body again, mating him smoothly, slickly, filling him up as a hand moved to close gently over his throat. ]

No, you're not.

[ He said firmly, when he was seated inside of him again -- Bucky's body remembered him; his soul, the very battered fragments of it that was still left. They could regain it again, make something new, restore Bucky even if he wouldn't be what he was before. ] You've been through so much, Buck. You endured what most people couldn't.

[ His mouth found his, and he started to move, wanting Bucky to find solace in something this primitive and important, so very crucial to them both when they come together, two bodies as one, as they always were. ] I loved you when I first saw you. I still love you now, no matter what you become. [ He found his mouth, drew him into a slow, burning kiss. ]

[disassembling]

[He inhaled sharply when, instead of letting him get away, Steve sealed them together again, his hips rolling invitingly with the new hard invasion to his body. It rekindled the fire that had threatened to go out a moment before, and he groaned and settled back against the mattress, tipped his knees towards his chest as he finally dipped his head out of the submissive posture.

He reached up, cupping his mismatched hands around Steve's neck and just holding his mate. This loyalty was something he needed so badly, something he wanted to give back and more.] You say things that humans only seem to know... I will never entirely understand the fierceness of your loyalty, but it's mine.

[He rolled his hips with each thrust, pulling Steve over him more, falling into the sensation that their mating bodies produced. He gave himself entirely to that kiss, aggressively attacking Steve's lips but relenting here and there, letting his mate's tongue in his mouth, careful of his teeth but needing this connection. He made a soft throaty sound, both demand and plea for more.]

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Baby, it was always yours.

[ Steve breathed, low and quiet as he kept him still, his cock buried deep inside his mate keeping him pinned, unable to retreat from him. All that Bucky was belonged to him, wounds and strengths alike.

He took his lover's surrender and submission, lavished him with reverent affection and worship, mouth exploring his own, passionate and loving. He would lay his life at Bucky's feet, be his sword and shield, and he smiled against his mouth.

Reaching between their bodies, he grasped his mate's cock and stroked him, possessive and firm. ] You are promised to me, for better or worse. I'm claiming you again.

[disassembling]

[The inactivity earned a growl of frustration, a desperation as his fingers tightened possessively on Steve's neck as they kissed away any doubts. He was filled with heat again, wanton and needy as he had never been while in HYDRA's hands. Only Steve understood what he had done long ago in befriending that little boy, and only Steve understood now how close they really were.

They were defenders of one another, husbands first, and prizes of humanity second.

His hips rocked forward into Steve's hand, a hard groan escaping into Steve's mouth.] Do it. I don't want to think of anything but you for the rest of the night.

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[ Steve would be Bucky's husband, first and always -- before he was anyone else. Bucky had loved him, seen him for who he was and believed in him anyway. For that, Steve owed him everything.

He could feel that groan, could hear it against his mouth, and he moved then, long, fluid thrusts that sunk in deep and pulled out, over and over again. This was so much more than pleasure for them; this was a connection built and forged over a lifetime, a powerful reaffirmation of what they were to each other.

Steve's mouth found his pulse again, sucking a vivid kiss bruise onto his skin before he guided Bucky's legs to wrap around him. ] We'll make new memories. [ He smiled a little. ] Even if a lot of them is going to make you blush. Touch yourself for me.

[disassembling]

[His body rolled with the strong motions of Steve's hips, wanting more of that heat and how the thickness of his mate inside of him, filling the corners of emptiness. His hands slid away from Steve's neck as he curled his legs around the other man's hips, using them to force Steve harder and deeper inside of him with each thrust that they shared together.

His fingers played down the broad expanse of Steve's chest, memorizing it by feel. He wanted to know every single centimeter of flesh there, and he took his time sliding his palms and fingers as Steve marked him. It was hot against his skin, a little shock of pain that made his blood sing in his veins.

Yet, he bared his teeth at the outrageous notion that he would blush. How humiliating.] Me blush? Hardly, you are far more the innocent than I. [His metal hand left off its exploration to slip between their rocking bodies, stroking himself leisurely and making a show of it as he wriggled and writhed on the blankets.]

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[ Steve's gaze was drawn downwards, unable to help the way he was attracted to Bucky's own sense of pleasing himself. Bucky's shift in angle made him slide in deeper, press up against his prostate time and time again.

He didn't stop moving, fucking him thoroughly, with a strength and force that rocked their solid bed every single time. Bucky would come away with bruises for awhile after this, but he knew that both of them didn't care. When he bared his teeth, Steve recklessly kissed him, his hand joining his to help jerk him off as well. ]

Tell me how innocent I am.

[disassembling]

[It was only because Steve had told him to that he did this, only then remembering that he could and it felt good to do so. Touch was something that was neutral in all capacity before that he remembered, but this... it brought the heat in his belly to an all new level as the metal warmed around his flesh.

He undulated his body, rolling himself under the thrusting of his mate inside of him, groaning sounds that slowly attempted to turn musical in nature but never quite made it. The kiss earned his mate two nips on each lip, though he was careful not to break skin, just enough to cause a little swelling which made Steve's lips even more kissable.]

I... I don't know, but you are. You get to wear clothes when people looked at you.

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That's because I only get naked for you.

[ Like now. Steve rolled his hips to grind inside of him, his pleasure making his breath catch as pleasure builds, growing in the pit of his stomach. He was so hard inside of him that it made him hurt, sinking into the sweetly welcoming sheath of Bucky's body. It was easy to believe, like this, that he was made just for him, and he made a soft, needy noise, kissing him back.

He was drawing closer, he knows, pre-cum slicking up Bucky inside, and he gripped him a little tighter. ] Mmn-- love you.

[disassembling]

[He couldn't help but flush in pleasure at the sheer notion that all of this was just for him, that no one else saw Steve as he did. His index finger circled Steve's left nipple teasingly as he hummed in approval even as they continued to make this night something to remember well.]

...keep it that way. This is all mine.

[That tide was rising again, flowing through corners of himself and filling him up in a similar way to how Steve was. He groaned, speeding up his stroking of himself as his legs tightened, responding to Steve's own tight grip.] Gods Steve...!

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Yours.

[ He promised, feeling Bucky's own answering reaction, the way he surged against him, the way he responded to the pleasure he gave him. Steve urged him on, need twisting in his gut as he leaned into that touch, rubbing up against him.

Bucky's legs wrapped so tightly around him that it was impossible not to pull too far away, and he cried out similarly with him, coming first in a burst of sticky, hot slickness, filling his lover up with his seed, flooding through him with every slick, obscene thrust.

He didn't stop, even if his knees threatened to buckle, and he found his mouth again, his moan pressed against Bucky's mouth. ]

[disassembling]

[That possessiveness was so easy to grasp onto, since he couldn't remember having anything of his own before Steve. Everything felt right when they promised such things to each other, an ownership that had nothing to do with weapons or missions or kills.

The tide washed over him at the same time it seemed to do so for Steve, as he felt warmth flood inside of him at the same time that his erection spattered warm seed across his belly and Steve's. The intensity of the warmth and emotion was no different than last time, but it seemed somehow easier to cope with. He could keep his eyes open and gasp in pleasure, feel each glide of Steve's thrusts pushing that seed deeper.

That too felt right and warm and good.

He kissed with far less vicious intentions, working his lips lazily over Steve's but allowing his mate more control over the gesture as his metal hand released his fading erection to stroke up the semen covering Steve's belly.]

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[ Steve groaned, soft and happy as he felt himself empty into his mate's body, the both of them bound so close together that it was impossible to know where one ended and the other began. And he was happy for that -- for drawing Bucky back into himself, to show him that there was much more here for him to have.

He smiled and kept himself buried inside him, resting atop Bucky carefully as he draw his fingers up, those semen-slick fingers before he took them in his mouth and licked them clean, tasting his lover on his tongue and enjoying every moment. ]

Mmm.

[disassembling]

[He slowly relaxed into the mattress with Steve's weight over him, relenting with the grip of his legs as he had previously with his tail. He lay quiet and sated, his eyes closed and his expression softened with pleasure as he played it all over in his mind, grasping at the last of it to savour all the warmth longer. It dissipated in the same way that low tide happened, pulling back and leaving him as he had been before. Just... lighter.

He removed his hand to allow Steve to lay on him, humming a human sound at the sight of Steve licking his semen away when he pried one eye open.]

The night is young... don't eat too much, or you'll have to wait an hour to enter the water again.

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[ Steve laughed a little at that joke -- Bucky was joking, and the idea of it was so heartening, so special that he brightened and pulled him close to him, rolling over onto his back so that Bucky could snuggle up.

His cock slid out of him then, and he kissed his forehead warmly, lovingly. ] What if I can't get enough of you?

[disassembling]

[His jokes, when they spontaneously happened, were lame he knew. He had never been that good at joking, though he had learned allure better than anything else. He could attract a male or female of the human race within twenty-five yards with just a look, something he had mastered young. Now, he only had looks for Steve, and the allure was mostly gone but slowly reawakening.

He made a soft noise of displeasure at Steve being free of him, but aside from a grumble, he didn't fight for it back.] We both know you can't get enough of me. Mating twice already? You're full of yourself.

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And you were full of me. Twice.

[ Steve tells him -- he doesn't care that Bucky is bad at jokes, only that he makes them, and he enjoys them even as he teases him. He knows how Bucky looks at him, too, remembers the time when the were together -- and he wraps an arm around his waist, tangling their limbs together. ]

I could go all night, you know. Make up for lost time.

[disassembling]

That score can be evened, you know.

[He sighed and closed his eyes as Steve settled on top of him, curling his legs and arms around his mate without an ounce of shame about it. Right now, tonight and perhaps forever, Steve was once again his.

Yet, he moaned soft and throaty at the sheer suggestion.]

All night, hmm? Have we ever done that before?

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[ Steve had to pause to think about that one. ] No, not really. I was very small when we first -- well. And you were gentle with me.

[ When he was little, he couldn't last altogether that well, and was usually did in after they did it twice. Bucky had always been thoughtful and sweet; and Steve had been so frustrated with himself for it. ]

You were good to me. [ He kissed his mouth softly, happily enjoying the way Bucky snuggled in. His hand strayed, and absently stroked Bucky's soft, slick cock, as if that, too, belonged to him. ] And all I want to do is to make you happy.

[disassembling]

So not when you were small and skinny like in the Smithsonian pictures. What about after the serum when we were... when the war was on?

[He didn't remember the war, though there was a part of him that shuddered at the fact he had gone there on human legs, held human weapons, did untold human damage. Was that the start of when he had become this? He didn't know, but he knew without a doubt that he had gone to be with Steve.

His nose lifted to butt and settle against Steve's jaw, a low moan leaving him at the stroking of his limp length, parting his legs slightly in response. It felt good, exhilarating despite the fact he had just released himself only minutes before.]

It seems to me that we made each other happy, especially if it is like what is happening now. It would be stronger back then.

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We did. We do.

[ Steve thought back on it wistfully, remembering their time together -- Bucky hadn't been entirely happy then; he'd been saved, but he'd been haunted by his time in captivity, too, and Steve had been enraged that Bucky had been taken away from him.

He could pretty much pet his penis forever, moving over that familiar length, the dark curls that he trailed his fingers through even now, and he rubbed his thumb against his balls, taking his time with him He smiled briefly, remembering the nights they'd spent in each other's bed, trying to keep their secrets confined to each other. ]

Our record was four times. We had to rest for the next day. [ His fingers slipped behind, gently pushing into Bucky's soft, warm hole, where Steve's cum was still leaking. ] I'd fuck you everywhere I could.